Frog in the pot, man. It’s crazy what people put up with. Same with rawdogging YouTube

I solved this problem by having not watched cable television in like ten years.

I plan on working on Mecrob models. I did the firefly last year, and I have the giant spider—plasma orb one at home now, I’m very excited to work on it.

I grow my nails to play guitar and I’ve gotten flack for it, but my old lady doesn’t care and it’s nobody else’s business. I try to keep clean but the factory can be a punishment on one’s shiny cuticles

YouTube ads start playing on mobile YouTube and I recoil in disgust, “like fucking hell you do!”, and swiftly retreat to ReVanced

I’m not sure anyone can neatly tie up relationships in a little bow on here, or if they can they are a world class philosopher, lover, writer. It’s humanity’s oldest hangup, the first subject of our music, the basis for wars and religions and suicides. Some people have a detached, dutiful feeling towards relationships, especially the more fundamentalist types. They see a marriage as a contract, and a duty to God, and the ‘sentimental part’ is tertiary. Others are extravagant romantics, devoting the whole of their passions and agonies to expressions of love, episodes of hot sex and dazzling adventures. Most people are somewhere in the middle of these extremes. I don’t think that any one way is right or wrong, as long as both parties are happy and there is no abuse involved.

For myself, I’m definitely a more passionate person. I am a deep feeler, I get rocked with sentiment and fears and all of the other emotions on a daily basis. My partner is a big part of my life, and it was crazy to imagine that when I had the realization. I’ve always been a loner, fascinated to and attracted to women, wanting sex with a burning need, and by the time I’d met her I had already slept with maybe five women, but the moment you don’t just ‘have sex’ but actually make love with someone, it causes a change in your psyche that you can’t really return from. It sets a benchmark for intimacy for your life.

My partner is a cool-headed, serene stoic. She has an impeccable sense of time management, she remembers birthdays and presents and wishes like nobody I’ve ever met. She’s also far more muted in her expressions of love. She won’t write a three paragraph message on a forum about romance like I am here, but she would write me a little note on the mirror saying “Have a good day at work, I love you”. That push and pull of our different energies gives us so much fuel for our relationship. Someone to chase, someone to be chased. Tale as old as time…

One of the only things I’ve encountered in life that provides greater joy than sex is the feeling of finding an awesome super underground CD in a $1 garbage bin at the local record shop.

Favorite findings:

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt, Sad Tropics
Sunswimmer, New Madrid
New Moon Daughter, Cassandra Wilson

‘yes’

I used to be big on gaming, mostly just playing Minecraft. I could play for hours every day and it sucked a lot of my free time up. I didn’t “quit” gaming as much as I just lost interest in it over time. I fell into other hobbies (writing music, studying botany, Linux (Arch, BTW), local events, I had a kid) and I found these activities to be much more rewarding.

Don’t get me wrong: it isn’t that I don’t think that games can be rewarding, or valuable, or create important memories. Certainly they have for me. But I just feel like as I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder time devoting brainpower to it. It’s the same as with movies. It’s very hard for me to sit down and watch a movie anymore, not because I am Tiktok-brained and incapable of focusing on one task for longer than two minutes, but because the whole time I’m just antsy, *what am I doing here, what is the point of this? I would rather be writing, or researching the Amaranth family, or looking into how to drain the rear differential in my car, or going on a long walk…)

I think as you learn more about who ‘you’ are, OP, you will find it easier to put vidya down. It takes a lot to sit, to breathe, to just engage with something and not have it be screaming at you for your attention the entire time. People watch, or just sit still and look out your window for a little while. Little things to ground yourself and connect with the present.

I second one of the other commenters who says that the song is about the perception of being cheated on. It’s funny, after the first day I ever went on with my partner that song played and for a little while we considered it our song, then eventually kind of faded as they both realized the song didn’t relate to us very well. Now I can look back years later, after going through a lot of therapy and self enrichment and I can realize that those kind of paranoia really did plague our early relationship. I’m glad that we were able to move on from it

Harper Road from Sun Kil Moon is similar, super beautiful song but tragic fucking lyrics

My blood runs through my lonely daughter
Her eyes are mine, so wild with wonder
Be my voice, my light, my power
Be with me in my leaving hour

People who run in front of cars get tired.
People who run next to cars get winded.
People who run behind cars get exhausted.

What’s brown and sticky?

Hommanommanommanomma na-ee hee, eee hee-ee!

The Neverhood

Brazil nuts! It’s actually a still somewhat common way to refer to them, shockingly.

Osceola, IN. Klan haven, horribly backwards community full of racists and weirdos. A few anecdotes:

1. My next door neighbor was a card carrying member of the KKK. Once my black aunt came to visit and he made a reference to “n*ggertoes” right in front of her.
2. I worked at the gas station in town, and once walked in to a ton of Klan recruitment material. Funny enough, none of the emails or phone numbers were even operational??
3. The community voted to defund their fire department because they were tired of paying the taxes. A woman’s house burnt down weeks later because it took over 45 minutes for dispatch to even realize that Osceola Fire was no longer operational.

I’m reading James Michener’Alaska, and it’s a fantastic story. It is a very well crafted character drama and it has excellent pacing.

I just read Cormac McCarthy’The Road and it was also an incredible read, though it kind of crushed me emotionally for a while afterwards!

My man!

It’s crazy, I organically got into the topic of spear throwing after reading Alaska by James Michener, just to learn that it’s a trend online?? We really are in a simulation.